Wednesday, 02 March 2011

A Day at the Museum of Fine Arts

What kind of parent would I be if I didn't expose my kids to a little "cultcha" :) So, during vacation last week I took the kids to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. We had such a good time.

As an artist myself, it pleased me to no end that both my kids loved the museum. We spent over three hours visiting all the different exhibitions. Naturally, William loved the Egyptian and Greek art. All reminisant of what Indian Jones might have found during one of his digs. Poor Davis was freaked out by all the talk of mummies. She asked if she could call me "kristen" instead of mummy... that's how freaked out she was! We could not get out of there fast enough for her. Poor thing.

Since we are reading all about the presidents, they were overjoyed at identifying Washington and John Quincy Adams in the Art of the Americas. They can name almost all the presidents. I'm lucky I know who the last five were! (and some of them I want to forget! ha!) We also managed to visit my favorite wing, the contemporary/modern art section.

Now, I'm not a fan of self-serve, fast-food, so we ended our visit at one of their new bistros. I thought I could order the kids a nice plate of cheese + fruit like the good old days. But boy has it changed. Now it's fancy and expensive. Most entrees were @ $16 which for kids is a bit pricey, no? Davis will try and eat anything so I never worry about her. But William is a nightmare to feed. And, seeing that I was much like him growing up, I have a bit of soft spot for him and try not to give him a hard time about it. Anyway, our waiter could barely speak english - and I can barely speak spanish... so there was a lot of miscommunication. And not in a funny "sitcom" way :) The kids were hungry, but would not eat the food because, "it's not what we asked for mum! Tell him to do it right." It was so frustrating trying to explain to the waiter that there was suppose to be no red sauce on my son's pizza etc. We ended leaving, hungry, tired, and well a bit pissy.

Not wanting this to dampen the kids experience, I found a Dunkin Donuts and bought them a donut + me a large coffee. Yup, a bit of Boston cultcha :)

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What kind of parent would I be if I didn't expose my kids to a little "cultcha" :) So, during vacation last week I took the kids to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. We had such a good time.

As an artist myself, it pleased me to no end that both my kids loved the museum. We spent over three hours visiting all the different exhibitions. Naturally, William loved the Egyptian and Greek art. All reminisant of what Indian Jones might have found during one of his digs. Poor Davis was freaked out by all the talk of mummies. She asked if she could call me "kristen" instead of mummy... that's how freaked out she was! We could not get out of there fast enough for her. Poor thing.

Since we are reading all about the presidents, they were overjoyed at identifying Washington and John Quincy Adams in the Art of the Americas. They can name almost all the presidents. I'm lucky I know who the last five were! (and some of them I want to forget! ha!) We also managed to visit my favorite wing, the contemporary/modern art section.

Now, I'm not a fan of self-serve, fast-food, so we ended our visit at one of their new bistros. I thought I could order the kids a nice plate of cheese + fruit like the good old days. But boy has it changed. Now it's fancy and expensive. Most entrees were @ $16 which for kids is a bit pricey, no? Davis will try and eat anything so I never worry about her. But William is a nightmare to feed. And, seeing that I was much like him growing up, I have a bit of soft spot for him and try not to give him a hard time about it. Anyway, our waiter could barely speak english - and I can barely speak spanish... so there was a lot of miscommunication. And not in a funny "sitcom" way :) The kids were hungry, but would not eat the food because, "it's not what we asked for mum! Tell him to do it right." It was so frustrating trying to explain to the waiter that there was suppose to be no red sauce on my son's pizza etc. We ended leaving, hungry, tired, and well a bit pissy.

Not wanting this to dampen the kids experience, I found a Dunkin Donuts and bought them a donut + me a large coffee. Yup, a bit of Boston cultcha :)